See them dressed in colors soldiers, regiment, British royal guards, guard bearskin, grandier guards, Buckingham palace guards dressed in scarlet red walking behind the queen’s casket and reminiscing the dead. Their tall bearskin hat almost covering their faces and long rifles clench underneath their arms ready for battle. They all move in a rhythmic pattern, swaying from side to side while the horse bearing the weight of the casket moves solemnly down the alley.
The casket hinges on horses draped in gold, red and blue with beautiful decorations that you cannot see through, and a green and white decorative wreath rests on top while the 2.3 lb golden crown sits beside it looking at west minister abbey. The procession moves down the alley with six royals’ five men and one woman walked behind the casket moving to the same somber rhythm with the queen’s guards on both sides sandwiching them in the middle.
Their faces where as hard as stone no emotion not even a frown but later down the line the young prince eyes drooped and he rubbed his eyes and clenched onto his wife. The others kept moving as if they were not there and
the procession trod along and their bodies sway to the melancholy rhythm.
Thousand of anxious people lined the street to get a final glimpse at the queen, tired eyes, curious eyes, sad eyes, and familiar faces of all races. They come from near and far, from home and abroad to pay homage to their queen.
The 2.3lb crown adorn with 3,000 stones including 2,868 diamonds, 273 pearls, 17 sapphires, 11 emeralds, and five rubies is the price for the queens head, who would want to hurt the queen, no wonder it took ninety six years before the queen is dead and much blood must have been shed to get that heavy 28 billion pounds worth crown on top of her head. The procession moves from Buckingham palace towards west minister hall.
They congregate in droves around the River Thames on the other side of the city, they stand in line for hours just to see the last remnant of queen’s motorcade. Slow moving lines intersect with river Thames with a distance of 215 miles a large body of water flows though London adding a little moisture to the city. The cortege keeps moving until it finally reached West minister hall and those feeling the strain of the long journey breathe a sigh of relief when casket stood silent at their feet.
Visitors and guest came in the thousands paying tribute to the crown. The passion was so deep and it made some people weep, the tears could hardly come out and it cause some people to shout. And so the casket with seventy years of history came to stand still and a country with sixty four million people that once dominated the globe end the Elizabethan era at west minister.
Though her memory will live on and destiny walks hand in hand you have see the crown to believe it.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2022
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